Rosanna, science teacher in the room next to mine, and Brookfield pumpkin farmer, asked me to bring in some pond water to put under the microscope with our students. I hiked up to my half-a-hidden-pond under the ridge just before dark. The waxing gibbous moon was rising over the pines, with wispy black clouds drifting over it. I love that kind of mysterious moonscape. There was just enough light for me to take a picture. The spring that makes the big puddle was bubbling away. Someday I want to get this pond done over into a full-fledged body of water. It will be lovely and beautiful, and completely private. Skinny dipping anyone?
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